ROSALINE’S POV:“I do not need therapy.” I frowned at Damien, who gave me a tired look. He drove me down to my supposed therapist’s office, and I considered jumping out, but I had to remember that I was pregnant. Peace sat in the back seat, and I had no idea when she and Damien could be in the same space without growling at each other.“Yes, you do, Rosaline. You should have seen yourself yesterday; you were about to faint over something that wasn’t even there,” Peace said, and I folded my arms above my chest.“Okay, I admit that what happened yesterday was a bit out of character, but I am fine now. Just because I had one panic attack does not mean I need therapy." I defended myself, but neither of them looked like they would be going back on their decision.“It’s not just one; you have had several in the past."“I am not talking to you,” I snapped at Peace, and she reared her head back with surprise.“Rosaline, calm down. Peace is right, you, and since when did you two become best f
ROSALINE’S POV:SEVEN MONTHS LATER:I watched Damien and Ariana’s wolf run around the courtyard with a speed my human eyes could barely keep up with. At this point, I was not sure which of them was faster. They have been doing this every morning for the past six months. Damien had made it their morning to train Ariana himself; he wanted her to become the strongest woman in the pack.And I was scared of that.The speed at which she improved was frightening. At this rate, she would be the strongest wolf in the world by the time she was eighteen.“Damn, she is getting better and better,” Peace said, and my gaze shifted to her. She cradled Light in her arms, and the tender baby yawned. The day Light was born was quite an eventful day for all of us. It was early in the morning, and we were all in the kitchen when her water broke. Ariana was the one who raised an alarm by saying, “Aunt Peace peed herself.”Peace, who was embarrassed, defended herself, but we all knew what was going on. We d
ROSALINE’S POVEven though I’m an Alpha Princess, in school, I’ve only ever been seen as dirt. Other wolves hardly ever spoke to me. And when they did, they never had anything nice to say. I never questioned it, but a small part of me always wondered why.I had just finished classes for the day, taking the short walk back to the pack house when I’m cornered by two petite girls. I recognize them from one of my trade classes.One of them holds out a flyer in my direction, “Rosaline Maxwell, right?” She asks.“Um, yes…” I reply hesitantly, furrowing my brows. The both of them share a glance, before turning to me, wide grins slashed across their faces.“It’s for the costume party,” She gestures to the flyer, “It’s tonight, you should totally come.”I don’t let my surprise show on my face. Pursing my lips, as my eyes dance between the two of them. It was completely unusual to get a party invitation.For me, at least.I hardly exchanged words with my peers. Not for lack of trying, but beca
ROSALINE’S POV:What. The. Hell?“What?” Someone whispers from within the crowd.Damien’s eyes narrow as he walks toward me. The smell I scented earlier growing more potent with every step he takes.No way.There was no way in hell.“That’s Damien’s mate?” someone says.Mate. Mate. Mate. My wolf yips her joy. Creating a mental image of her jumping up and down, wagging her tail behind her.Mate? Damien is my mate?His eyes trail over me as he approaches, tingling my skin like tiny, electric shocks. My breath catches in my throat. He’s all I can see, all I can focus on.A pulse thrums between our bodies, beating steady and hard, like my heart trying to burst out of my ribcage.“There’s no way!” A voice I recognize as one of the girls says, “I mean look at her, she’s dressed like a fucking lunatic.”The usual sting her words would have carried don’t get to me, because Damien is in front of me before I can process what she’s said. He flicks his fingers on the drooping point of my hat, ri
ROSALINE’S POV:My head spins, I know what this means. It’s an indirect way of him asking for sex.Am I ready for that?My gaze drops to his.Am I ready for that with him?I know Damien, I’ve heard about his escapades. With his gaze locked on mine, he frowns deeply, “I’d never treat you the way I do them.” he says, like he can read my mind. “You're my mate. You're different.”The vice I hadn’t realized was closed tight around my chest loosens instantly.“You can trust me,” he says, grey eyes searching mine. I have no idea what it is, or why I give in.But I nod my head, “Yeah, I’d like to take it off.”He stares at me for a long moment before focusing on my dress. He pulls down the zip on the side, letting the material fall away from me. I take off the hat, tossing it on the floor.I’m half naked standing between his spread thighs, as his gaze rakes over my exposed flesh. It singes everywhere he looks, like he’s touched me there. He parks his hands on the front of my thighs.“Have yo
ROSALINE’S POV:My contentment felt like a cloud.I was so high up, I never wanted to touch the ground. I roll on underneath the comforter, spreading my arms on either side of me. A smile jerks the corners of my lips as last night’s memories play though my head.Goddess, he was so sweet.I’d only ever heard about what it would be like to have sex with one’s mate. I can say without a doubt, that the tales did it no justice. The soreness between my thighs, the taste of him still lingering in my mouth, his smell. It was too much, yet I wanted so much more.I squint my eyes open, wanting to catch a glimpse of him in the early hours of the morning, all disheveled and breathtaking. My eyes snap open once I realize he’s not on the bed. I sit up slowly, scanning the room.“Damien?” I call out.No answer.I slide out of the bed, tugging on one of his shirts from the armchair across the room. Opening the door, I stick my head out, “Damien?”No response.Panic rises within me. He wouldn’t leave.
ROSALINE’S POV:What?"I’m sorry, what?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. My father frowned at my tone but was quick to mask it with a tight smile."Do not act so shocked, darling. You are not getting any younger, and you are yet to find a mate. I believe this marriage will be beneficial to both of our families; the financial and political gain would be out of this world! If our two packs collide, we will be unstoppable. Even the blood moon pack would cower beneath our feet!" my father exclaimed with a sparkle in his eyes, and I could not even begin to imagine the things that were going through his mind. But whatever they were, it wasn’t good.A sharp sting struck my head, and I pinched my eyelids closed. My delicate fingers went up to my temple, and I massaged it softly. This was all too much; I couldn’t even get a damn break! For God’s sake, I just got rejected by my own mate, and now I am being married off to some stranger. This was all just too much."Can
ROSALINE’S POV:After wiping the sweat off my forehead, I cleaned up the last spec of dust from the table before standing upright to look at my work. I smiled with satisfaction just before the owner of the penthouse walked in. His eyes glimmered with delight upon seeing his now-shiny penthouse; it had been abandoned for months and was infested with layers of dust and cobwebs. But now it looked completely brand new."It looks even better than when I first bought it! I suppose what they say about you is true; you really are the best there is," he said with a warm smile as he continued to inspect the vicinity."I’m glad you like it, sir," I told him formally, but indeed, I really was tired, and it was just ten in the morning. I barely had up to four hours of sleep last night, or any night for the past five years. I always started off my day early. I woke up every day by four in the morning, got myself and Ariana ready for the day before dropping her off at Gwen’s, then got to the compa